Groundless spires Of tremendous yearningTurning inside outRolling aroundOn groundless foliageWe are nearsighted A shirtless spectacleThese shadows are introvertedOne word, one sentenceIs all you needWhen the action is imminentIt is fiery indeedRetired captainsAnd airline stewardessesDiners and laundromatsIncense and artifactsGreen or orange socks We match our articles And sever particles from our soulsThese overgrown undulations Are apparently eager to be known